The moonlight was like water, falling upon the Long River, bright and indistinguishable. The bonfire flickered, illuminating the flat riverbank and the busy crowd.
Crocodile King Quinn led four hundred Maya warriors, standing on the riverbank, personally observing the scene of the trade. Hundreds of Maya civilians bowed their heads, bent their backs, and carried wide bamboo baskets, like obedient worker ants at someone's command. Basket after basket, all kinds of precious goods were piled on the riverbank front of the longship. Meanwhile, dozens of kingdom sailors were also carrying bags of expensive gemstones to the other side of the riverbank.
"The Chief Divine bears witness! A bag of gemstones exchanged for twelve baskets of salted fish... traded for ten bags of cocoa, eight rolls of cotton cloth, six bags of tobacco, four jars of honey..."
